Seeing that someone was intruding, the wrestlers who were beating drums around the high platform hurriedly put down their drumsticks and wanted to go to the guards, Wen Yong shouted: "Go back and do your own thing, here I will come by myself!" ”

The commander is the backbone of the army, if something goes wrong here, then even if there is an advantage below, it will be completely lost, so Wen Yong must give a signal to the soldiers below, since the drums of the high platform are as usual, then their emperor is still there, and the battle is not over!

There was some surprise that the emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty was actually an angular young man, perhaps because he was wearing armor and commanding the army, Wen Yong had a little more heroic spirit. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Without saying anything, kill him and win! Holding the scimitar with both hands, the bloody murderous aura was filled, and Yulutu flew into the air, slashing straight down through Changhong.

I know that I may encounter a time when I have to make a move in the future, so Wen Yong has been practicing diligently in swordsmanship, and the three armies of Yongguan dare not say it, but it is still certain that he will stand tall. Wen Yong calmly held his sword and faced him.

The sword light cracked into the air, the killing machine swept away, the sword qi was agitated, the chill was clear, the piercing golden sound exploded, and the blades in the hands of Youlutu and Wen Yong collided fiercely, and the invisible air flow rolled away.

At the moment when the two faced each other, Wen Yongcai saw clearly that the Hu Ren in front of him was a beautiful woman with distinct eyebrows, and her charm was not reduced at all under the soaking of blood, but it gave people a special temptation.

This temptation is deadly! The sturdy body twisted, and the scimitar was like a wheel constantly rotating and slashing, and the blood-colored knife light was layered on top of each other, and the killing intent was unbridled.

Wen Yong's sword body trembled slightly, and the sword of the Son of Heaven stirred the wind and clouds, like a wind and clouds rolling towards the sword light.

The sword light and sword shadow were horizontal, Gao Tai left dense scars under the duel between the two, Youlutu's teeth were clucking, Wen Yong's difficulty was beyond her expectations, I thought that the royal family members were all pampered Xiaobai, and I didn't want to meet such a powerful guy today.

Such a guy must not be allowed to live! From the past told by the elders, the brave Chinese emperors are generally very aggressive, and the last brave emperor Wentai has already given a cruel blow to the grasslands, and the grasslands can't withstand the second Wentai!

Yurutu was ruthless, like a hungry wolf, completely abandoning his defenses, using all his strength with every knife without the slightest reservation.

"Kill!"

With a coquettish sound, Yulutu jumped violently and slashed violently from the sky.

"Boom!"

Youlutu's movements are flexible and fast, Wen Yong can't find a chance to dodge or unload his strength, so he can only use his sword to block horizontally, a huge force pours in from the sword body, the sword of the Son of Heaven continues to tremble and scream, Wen Yong's hand holding the sword also feels a tingle, and his feet continue to retreat.

Youlutu was unforgiving, and the scimitar in his hand was wielding more and more rapidly, and Wen Yong's right hand was overwhelmed, and he suddenly lost consciousness for a while.

"Oops!"

Wen Yongxin's strength was not born, he barely avoided his head, and the scimitar slashed straight down his shoulder, and the sparks burst out, leaving a long scratch on the golden Tianzi armor.

Fortunately, it is not an inferior product of the profiteers of later generations, and the Tianzi armor on his body is quite strong, successfully blocking the attack of the scimitar without hurting the flesh inside.

Moving his fingers, Wen Yonglian's hard-hit right hand had regained consciousness, and he held the sword and went up, the sword came out like the wind, and the killing opportunity appeared, Youlutu hurriedly exerted his strength under his feet, and rolled out.

The sword light cut through her chest, the grassland felt cloak was torn open, and there was faint blood oozing out, and the scimitar was inserted into the ground of the high platform, Yulutu was panting again and again, and an inexplicable sweetness gushed out of her throat, and the continuous high-intensity jump slash made her internal organs bear a lot of backlash.

"This woman's strength is so great!"

Wen Yong moved his sore right arm, ready for the next round of attacks.

Standing up, Yulutu's eyes flashed with fierce fierceness, like a wounded trapped beast holding a scimitar aloof, and rushing towards Wen Yong again.

Yulutu's scimitar was still fierce and domineering, just like the collapse of a mountain rolling towards Wenyong with the power of no casting.

Standing on his feet, Wen Yong let out a loud shout, facing him, the cold light flashed, the edge was exposed, like a firm rock, and he did not move in the face of the impact of the blade, no matter how domineering the scimitar was, Wen Yong's sword momentum was still long.

The swords resonated, reverberating sonorously, like thunder.

After a long time of attacking, Youlutu was anxious, his pretty face was stained with frost, and he took the opportunity of slashing with Wen Yong's sword to retract his strength violently, Wen Yong was already accustomed to Youlutu's fierce attack, and every time he counterattacked, he naturally went all out. When the sword of the Son of Heaven and the scimitar in his hand slashed, he suddenly felt that there was an air in front of him, and the scimitar was hit by the sword and flew out, turning and slashing on the guardrail of the high platform, Wen Yong's hand couldn't be contained, and the door in his chest was immediately opened, and he secretly said in his heart that it was going to be bad!

Youlutu rubbed his body and put it into Wen Yong's arms, and his right palm slashed at Wen Yong's wrist, and the sword of the Son of Heaven fell immediately.

Both of them lost their weapons, and it was clear that Yulutu intended to fight Wen Yong hand-to-hand. If you talk about swordsmanship, Wen Yong still has two brushes, but this close hand-to-hand combat can only be hehe! No way, as an emperor, which teacher dares to stick to Wen Yong's old fist.

The moment he lost the Sword of the Son of Heaven, Wen Yong couldn't help but wail in his heart, don't play like this!

Without the sword, Wen Yong's physique is still there, and he is still fighting with Youlutu regardless of the impact, and at this moment, the commander of the Zhou and Hu armies is no different from the street splash.

Pulling his hair and biting with his teeth, Wen Yong enjoyed the special care of a beautiful woman, and his arms exposed outside the armor had many more tooth marks, and he couldn't help but sigh that this woman was definitely a mad dog.

Of course, Wen Yong is also unruly, where can she take care of so much in life and death, and the sword wound in front of her proud Snow Peak has become the focus of care.

I don't know how long the two were entangled, and there was the sound of hurried footsteps at the stairs of the high platform.

Someone's coming! Whether it is Wenyong or Youlutu, if you get reinforcements, you can basically lock in the victory.

The two stared nervously at the stairs of the high platform.

Here it comes! He was wearing a prairie felt suit!

Wen Yong's mood fell to the bottom in an instant.

But before Youlutu could be happy, he heard someone shouting anxiously: "Lord Youlutu, withdraw quickly, the reinforcements of the Zhou people are about to arrive!" ”

Before he could finish speaking, an iron spear pierced his chest, and Liang Shiyan violently slammed it into the air behind him, allowing the blood to wash all over his body.

Wen Yong couldn't help but complain in his heart when he saw it, you have the strength to show off your strength, why don't you hurry up and help me!

The high platform can clearly see the smoke and dust coming from afar, it seems that it is less than 20 miles away, and now the army under the stage is entangled and strangled with the Zhou army, and Wen Yong has also come here to help a fierce general, Youlutu knows that there is nothing to do, and there will be no chance if he doesn't leave. So he resolutely abandoned Wen Yong, climbed over the fence as lightly as a cat, balanced his body with both hands from the five-meter-high platform against the wooden frame, and sprinted down almost in a 90-degree stride.

When Wen Yong ran to the edge of the high platform to look down, Yulutu had already jumped to the bottom of the platform.

Yulutu glanced back at Wen Yong on the high platform, and said loudly: "One day I will capture you!" ”

After letting go of his rhetoric, Yulutu immediately climbed onto a lost war horse, and galloped towards his surrounded army, "Retreat immediately!" ”